What are you doing here?

Oh, I invited you.

Well, now that you are (still kind of weird) feel free to read through the rest of this page. I can’t promise you’ll enjoy it. But I can promise it’s something. And an ode to sometimes letting those intrusive thoughts (or people…) in, and then back out into the world.

Quickly, please.

1.

ABSURDITY IS UNDERRATED

And that’s why it’s my favorite kind of writing. Or actually, it’s my favorite kind of writing because you never know where it will lead you. It is the truest practice for letting your mind wander. You can go on and on and on and on and on. And on. About nothing. (And on.) And still land somewhere.

Sometimes that’s your to do list. Sometimes it’s your grocery list (I really do need more chicken). But it’s always somewhere isn’t it?

Like that one project that’s very easy to complete, but a bitch to start.
Or that bitch that started with you at Dairy Queen 10 years ago (I will never be over it).
Or even a quote that never really leaves your mind and takes you on a journey of it’s own. Isn’t it pretty to think so, ____.

And when you stop.

And look back. (And on.)
A lot of time you see why you needed to be there to begin with. Or better said, why you needed to be there to keep going on.
And on. And on.

-Absurdity is the sense in the non. -

2.

FLOATING

I have a secret. I’ve never understood why people seem so excited about the idea of ‘being able to fly’. There is absolutely nothing that appeals to me about not having my feet on the ground – especially when it is paired with the possibility of falling. I wouldn’t say that I am afraid of heights, but (due to some mildly terrifying dreams I often have) I would say that I am afraid of spontaneously floating up into the air. So as you can imagine, when I read Stephen King’s “It”at ten years old, I completely understood why everyone was so afraid of that clown. Besides the more obvious reasons. Nothing Stephen King wrote ever struck fear into the heart of my younger self quite like the line: “They float, they all float... and when you're down here with me, fat boy, you'll float too.” However, now that I think about it, this irrational fear of floating may also have roots in the fact that my grandma used to tell my sister and I that one day she would fly away and never come back. Probably to avoid putting a more concrete image of death into our impressionable young minds. Thanks, Abuela! … but that is beside the point and this isn’t really my secret.

3.

BELIEVE IT OR NOT, AND BEAR IN MIND MY FEELINGS

Writing doesn't come easy to me. (I tend to think visually) 
And I often struggle to find the *right* words
In part because words,                       on                    their                   own,
are meaningless.

Until you find the right ones.
Then, like magic, they come together (as if...)

There's a thrill in "cracking the code" of writing.
But, more importantly, there is Beauty.
Which is why (writing doesn't come to easy to me) (I don't want it to)

~

Going so soon? I understand.

After all, there’s the whole rest of my portfolio to explore. Or maybe you just can’t wait reach out. Or maybe you’re figuring out just exactly how to ask for a recommendation on some more absurd reading. If so, you’re in luck because this is one of my favorites.

Ciao ciao.